Lost Boyz - Lifestyles Of The Rich And Shameless Lyrics

Lost Boyz - Lifestyles Of The Rich And Shameless Video

>Freaky Tah

Verses Mr. Cheeks

 

Intro:

Freaky Tah

Everybody's buckin, don't give it a damn

Everbody...everbody (echo)

 

Verse 1

 

Mr.Cheeks

Straight from cop killer Queens

A juvenile named Jack >Jack

At the age of 17 >uh huh

Yo this kid Jack started slingin crack >started slingin crack

He's on the road to riches >riches

Baggin bitches >bitches

He's in clubs takin pitchers

Drink your finger always into sess

His lifestyles buckwild honey child >yeah

Got a shorty named Val >Val

She stays on the Isle >ahhh

He started slingin at the age of 17 >uhh huh

His hearts made of steel >eh yo

Kid his minds full of green >full of green

He got his first ounce

Made a grand 400 >hundred

3 bills to get fresh

He other bills to get blunted >to be blunted

And wit the letter G >G

He bought the letter O >O

Next thing you know man

He's rakin in the dough >rakin in the dough

He put his people down

Cuz say thats only right >aight

For dem to get keys

Dem and dem is mad tight >is mad tight

Set-up organation organize on the block>organize...block

Nobody's slingin on the block

Eh yo we got this block on lock

And it's the.... >huh

 

Chorus

Lifestyles of the rich & shameless >shameless

Some die wit the name >wit the name

Some die nameless >some die nameless

It's all the same game >It's on

It's all the same pain >It's on

It's all the same pain >It's On

It's all the same game >It's On

 

Verse 2

 

The verse 2's

About this girl named Yvette >Vette

She lived out in Queens

Pushed the red Corvette >Corvette

She's pumpin weight >uh huh

In and outta state >in and outta state

Outta state license plate >eh yo

See her lifestyle is straight weight >hah

She's into lickin shots >yeah

Stickin blocks gotta shorty on the team>uhh huh

Shortie's into pickin locks

Makin G's takin trips cross seas >seas

Just enough to be flashin

Cash they be stashin >hah

She's wit the cats >huh huh

They love packin gats >huh

Bulletproof vest bulletproof baseball hats

Her and the queens stay right gettin high too

Lex, Coups and Jeeps >ahh

Got beeps can & lai brew >brew

It's all the same shame >huh

Just a diffrent name >huh

Shorty's sniffin cane >huh

Just to maintain >huh

To a nice shorty rock O-D'd >shorty what who O-D's

Bring me the chorus >shoulda chilled

Pass me the weed >I would pass the weed

 

Chorus

 

Verse 3

 

I used to hustle up on Linden in the van

Me and my man did that thing hand in hand

20 bills up>huh<, plus a buck 20 sac >huh

But verse itt

Time to rap but the fiends kept commin back

Im tryin to put my lifestyle in order >aight

The games mad deep

I keep my feet above the water >above the water

Caught a bid got a wife and kid >huh

The name just burned in the flame >huh

So out the game I slid >slid

So now Im into makin hits wit my men >huh

I hustle wit my style >huh

Cook up works wit my pen >true

Mr. Cheeks represent in the gutter >gutter

Freaky Tah gettin lai thats my brudda >thats my brudda

In the game >huh

And hit you in the brain >huh

And if I was cocaine >huh

Believe it Im your main >huh

 

Tally up it's the Lost Boyz crew an

Freaky Tah, Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou an..

 

Chorus/Outr

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Lost Boyz - Summer Time Lyrics

Lost Boyz - Summer Time Video

Summer, summer, summer time

Summer, summer, summer time

Summer, summer, summer time

 

Mr. Cheeks

Well listen Summer time in the city

Now niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy

And even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin fellas

Doin anythings on they baggy shorts

And kids is having fun in the park

But there's a limit, moms says you best to be home before dark

Now we all know the flavor, were back on the black moms

Chattin with the next door neighbour sayin Hi

The folks that don't ride

Her hands on the floor head cuz the sun keeps gettin in the rock

Little kids in sweaty suits, with niggas like Lost Boyz

Strictly t-shirts or the boots

Standin on the van with, I'm wavin at chicks

Takin food from the vooda, and sips from the Mystics

Lex, coups, beemers and benz

Niggas hangin with they man makin hits

We bouncin in the city

 

Chorus: 4X

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

 

Mr. Cheeks

In every borough there's a crew

Of niggas smokin blunts and drinkin brew

Cuz that's the way that us niggas do

With Newports in the ear, playin concrete sports

And shorties walk around in daisy dukes shorts, bounce

The would be throwin jams in the park

 

When the buddha is sparked, they get together after dark

GG and G tapes are bangin, it's strictly Spigg Nice

And that hat black, when me and my niggas are sayin

I'm given beats to my peeps when I pass through

In 89, cuz them shorties smoke grass too

To make a avenue, somethin in god rule

40 be, that is lee, agent I too

And to my peoples on the rock

132142, yeah that's the rock

See Queens niggas do they thing

Champagne and rings don't hold shit,

Bang real niggas hang in the city

 

Chorus 4X

 

Mr. Cheeks

It's about 98 degrees, everybodies gettin cheese

And a downy in my round, spit is walk around in dungaries

When new burgers got a lot around the corner

See a shorty and you want, now you best to push up on her, right?

I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 ounce down south

Bounce bounce like that

Smokin charm as we creep thru the streets

Lost Boyz, they bites and they eat meats

They blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red Reebok

Shorty bouncin with friends

3 piece, bbs, cloned out on the Benz

I wanna hit in the car, how them skins feel

Shorty with the ribbon in the windshield

So one two, this is how we do

Summer time, Lost Boyz comin thru in the city

 

Chorus 4X

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Lost Boyz - Music Makes Me High Lyrics

Lost Boyz - Music Makes Me High Video

Verse 1

But I'm sayin kid

It's only right to represent where I'm from

East Coast bottom line, But I represent

Wherever I go (what)

I'll be on the West Coast

We be gettin high with the fellas

Who puff on the lie

For Lu-Lu,Sig, and Tai

Everyday you know how we do (woo)

Brothers tryin to wreck the crew

We be havin mad fun

Niggas known me from day one

Lifestyles of the rich and shameless

Violat'in they were even nameless

 

Verse 2

Yo Raff, ring the alarm

I know Spig's got my back

Freaky Tai spark the charm

Give a 1,2 for my man Pretty Lu

As i bless the rest of my New York City Boo

As we continue to bring you the flav

Represent'in L.B.

From the cradle to the grave

Now hows that, one time for your mind

But when I write down the line

I give sight to the blind, I'm

Comin thru with the click

Whattcha gonna do when shit gets thick

Gonna start your runnin and hidin

Is you gonna start your slippin and slidin

Man I thought you had this game in a snag

How do it feel with real niggas in your ass

Listen Mr. Cheeks, Freaky Tai

Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say

 

Chorus-

 

1 for the money

2 for the Lie

3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by

4 Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai

Music Makes Me High

1 for the money

2 for the Lie

3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by

4 my Fam Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai

Musi Makes Me High

 

Verse 3

 

Mr. Sex hit me off

With this drug called a track

Plug me in give me a sign to react on

Whoever, comes in my path

Make'em feel the wrath (Yeah,Yeah)

Are there, any Volunteers

Down to lose their careers

Yo we feels no fears

Legal drug thugs comin thru

That's the deal

Beyond 95 L.B. Fam keep it real

It's hard as cleats

Walkin on the fuckin strrets

Po-nine walks beats

And beats my wife Cheeks

So I gots to tally up and get it on

Get it on, word is born,

Shit is on, shit is on

I must represent for my fam

Real niggas get rich and Bitch niggas scram

Till the day that I die it's L.B.

From the year 95 and true 'G's

 

Chorus (2x)

 

Verse 4

 

To all of my, all my niggas doin Bids

To all of my shorties on their own raisin Kids

To all of my peoples who can't see

That we made it

Niggas know the deal

On the real this is rated

Hit it to the left

Who's the first one to get it to your mind and

State of shock when I hit it

Run up on niggas who be frontin and scamming

Hey Yo that's word to mine

Get that Guy's for my Fam

Nobody wants in and nobody wants out

Smokin Trees, gettin 'G's

That's what we's all about

Try to put it on for the year 9 pound

I represent my town

Show'em how I gets down

L-O-S-T to the B-O-Y-Z

Style flows on thru four families

I'm gonna stay free till the day that I die

Go with Pretty Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai (word up)

 

Chorus (2x)

 

Verse 5 (Over Female vocals)

 

Hey Yo, gettin high

New York is high

East Coast you get high

West Coast you get high

Now my man named Sex he be high

Charles too he be high

To my man Big Tiz he be high

Niggas on the lockdown be high

 

(Freaky Tai)

With niggas like this

Sweatin up in the studio

So High, Mr. Mr. Cheeks is high

Four is high

L-O-S-T-B-O-Y-Z High

Niggas best even try

Gods Day, Die

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Lost Boyz - Renee Lyrics

Lost Boyz - Renee Video

Verse One:

 

Here's a tune about this honey named Renee

That I met one day

On my way back from John Jay

I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train

I tap her on her shoulders

Excuse me Miss, but can I get your name

She said my name is Renee

I said I got a whole lot to say

So may I walk you to your subway

She said if you want

So yo, we started talking

I brought two franks and two drinks

And we began walking

I had to see where that head was at

Because the gear was mad phat

So we must chat about this and that

She told me what she was in school for

She wants to be a lawyer

In other words shorty studies law

I'm telling shorty I'm a writer

And as she's looking for the token

She drops a pack of the EZ-widers

Covers her mouth with her name ring

I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks

I do the same thing

But yet I use Philly Blunts

She said I never dealt with Philly Blunts

Because I heard that's for silly stunts

I said, nah they burn slower

Right now I really don't know ya

But maybe later on I can get to show ya

 

Chorus:

 

A ghetto love is the law that we live by

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die

I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday

Give it up for my shorty, shorty (x2)

 

Verse Two:

 

So now we sittin' on the train

Besides the fingernails

Now shorty got the hairdo of pain

Now I understand she got flava

A tough leather jacket,with some jeans and a chain that her moms gave her

Got off the train about 6:34

She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store

Went to the crib

And turned the lights on

A mad magazine stand

From Essence to Right On

A leather couch

Stero system with crazy cd's

Understand cause she got G'z

She said cheeks do what you want

She said I'm gonna feed the dog

I said alright well I'm gonna roll this blunt

She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt

A yo, Fam I got a tender-roni girl

We're sitting on the couch chattin

We're smoking blunts off the balcony

We're stearing at Manhattan now

She started feeling on my chest

I started feeling on the breasts

And there's no need for me to stress the rest

A yo, I got myself a winner

We sparked a blunt before we ate

And a blunt after we ate dinner

She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see

But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci

I'm like whatever shorty rock

We can swing it like that

Cause on the real this is where it's at.

 

Chorus (2X)

 

Verse Three:

 

I woke up the next day on the waterbed

A letter's on the pillow eh

And this what the letter said

It said cheeks, I'll be home around two

You was deep in your sleep

So I didn't want to bother you

I left my number for shorty to call me later

Got dressed

Smoked a blunt

And then I bounced towards the elevator

I got a beep around three

I'm asking shorty what's up with you

She's asking what's up with me

And now we been together for weeks

Candlelight dinner with my shorty

Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks

Hey man, I never been in love

But everytime I'm burstin' in and outta state

It's shorty that I'm thinking of

I'm hanging out with my crew

I get a beep from Renee

Because Renee uses code too

But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes

She said Renee has been shot

So cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes

I jumps on the Van Wyck

I gotta make it there quick

A yo, this shit is gettin' mad thick

Not even thinking about the po nine

I'm doing a buck, who gives a fuck

I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine

I gotta see what's going on

But by the time I reach the hospital

They tell me Mr. Cheeks

Renee is gone

I'm pouring beer out for my shorty who ain't here

I'm from the ghetto

So listen

This is how I shed my tears

 

Chorus (2X)

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Lost Boyz - So Love Lyrics

Lost Boyz - So Love Video

Baby girl, I salute I salute you

For always bein' truthful

It may sound lame but I truly adore you

And listen I will always go out for you

There's nothin' in the world a cat won't do

To show that his love is true for you

We'll take walks through the park at night

Spread love in the dark that's right

Once I had mad women on my list

On the real none ever made me feel like this

I wasn't frontin' when I said that I want you

Even though it took some time to confront you

We at home in the zone elaboratin'

I'm lovin' you, you lovin' me we be marinatin'

As long as we keep it tight and build this communication

We'll build a stronger foundation

 

Chorus: (Sam Jones: I feel your love, it's so love . . .)

I ain't afraid to go where some niggas won't

(Sam Jones: I feel your love, it's so love . . .)

We ain't afraid to do what some niggas won't

 

Put you through hard times but you still stay by my side

I provide anything that you want and need

But you don't mess with my liquor nor weed

Word to moms we could travel this world

See youse my wife no longer my girl

See people mad at the thing we got

Cause we come through the spot lookin' hot, why not

Is it a crime at times when I nag you

I know shiesty cats that wanna bag you

It's all good in my hood I did it too

What the hell this cat think he can do for you

That I don't, haven't already done

I used to deal with wicked chicks I found a steady one

As long as we keep it tight, build this communication

We'll build a stronger foundation

 

(chorus)

 

I know you've had your flashbacks of what we been through

But it's a whole different story when I mean you

Make it down to respect and protect you

And if any men disrespect you

Been through downs and ups, ups and downs

I wrote this here from the gut, how that sound

I lay it down while my man Chuck sings to you impressions

I bring to you glamourous life only for the wife

So others never give it baby livin' trife

Cherishin' all the moments that's excitin'

It's probably all of that cause I live fightin'

If you feelin' bored get your thing on

If I really didn't know you why'd I ring on

As long as we keep it tight and build this communication

We'll build a stronger foundation

 

(chorus, repeat until end)

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